Helen Pt. 01: The Hooker

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Ben had booked a suite at the Metropolitan. It wasn’t the cheapest hotel in town, but he believed that first impressions count. He checked his Rolex, and took a sip of the single malt he had just paid out the nose for. Helen was late. What was that again about first impressions? Meh, it didn’t matter. In the end, the doctor was paying for the room. If Helen failed to show, Ben could just run up a tab at the bar, try and cheese the bill through expenses, and get a good night’s sleep.

His phone buzzed. It was a message from Helen.

“My Uber is stuck in traffic. I’ll be 2 mins. Sorry. X”

Maybe the night wouldn’t be a total write off after all. Ben shifted on his bar stool, and with a flick of his wrist, the smart bartender was at hand. Ben ordered another Glanmorangie, as well as a dry martini. He watched the man work, admiring the precise nature of his actions. He could not betray a little smile when the perfect martini was presented before him. He set it aside, and sniffed at the single malt.

So caught up he had been in watching the bartender, he had not noticed the woman appearing to his right.

“Excuse me sir, this seat is not taken, ya?” She asked in English, with a heavy Russian accent. Or was it Ukrainian? Ben had to admit that he did not know.

“No, by all means, go ahead,” Ben gestured.

He studied the woman for a second. Was it her? She certainly resembled the profile pictures. Helen was a brunette, at least in the pictures he had seen. The girl sitting next to him had a cascade of jet black hair, and a blunt bulb of a fringe that covered her forehead. Could it be? If so, then damn, she was good at this.

He’d met her on the RealKinksterz website. They had bonded heavily over the aspect of role-playing, of truly stepping into the personality of somebody else for an evening, a week, a month. Granted, the sexual attraction between them had helped things crackle along, but Ben didn’t think he had ever met a woman who was as into role-playing as Helen was.

And yet, he was still reluctant to make the first move. He couldn’t be sure it was her. Fearing he would ruin it before it had even started, but with his cautious streak over-ruling, Ben picked up his phone off the bar and sent a message to Helen.

“Is that you? Just checking ;)”

Seconds later, the Russian woman’s phone beeped. She opened her small clutch bag, read the screen without unlocking the device, and tossed it back into her bag, closing the clasp. That was all the confirmation Ben needed.

“Excuse me, Madame?” Ben asked.

The Russian woman rotated on the barstool to face him. She was sex personified. She wore only a slither of a necklace and a gorgeous body-hugging black dress that ended more than half way up the thigh. At the end of her effortlessly long legs, her feet were wrapped in expensive looking heels. Red toe nails protruded from the exposed end.

“Ya?” She responded.

Ben realised he had been staring.

“Would it be too forward of me to offer you a drink?” He asked.

The woman that may possibly have been Helen smirked.

“Ya, of course, but will you not even introduce yourself to me?”

He hit back the single malt in one go, before hailing down the bartender again.

“My good sir, another martini here please, for the beautiful lady!”

The bartender waved in acknowledgement.

“Excuse my manners,” Ben said, turning to the woman, “my name is Adam Hardy. I am a salesman for a scientific research company. And what is your name, my dear?”

“Oh, I’m impressed, ya?” She responded. “My name, it is Katya. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Businessman. Are you here on business or pleasure?”

Ben, or Adam, laughed.

“Business,” he said, smiling knowingly, “always business. What about you?”

The bartender placed the second martini down on the black lacquered surface, right in front of Katya. She took it without even giving the man a glance.

“Pleasure,” she said slowly, taking a sip of the martini, “always pleasure.”

The hairs stood up on Ben’s neck.

“What do you do exactly, Mr. Adam Hardy?”

He took a deep breath.

“Oh, its pretty boring,” he admitted.

“Please, tell me,” she insisted.

He sighed, and adjusted his suit jacket before continuing.

“I work for a small private company based in Switzerland.” He explained. “My boss is an esteemed doctor of psychological sciences. Our work is varied, but my job is to liaise with clients, and proffer business with new people.”

For once, Ben and Adam overlapped. He had withheld many details, but he had not lied or pretended. They had never discussed their careers with each other.

“And what do you do, Katya?” He asked, sniffing at his drink. He had never drank a martini before. It just seemed like the right thing to order with company in the bar of a 5 star hotel.

She shrugged.

“I am receptionist,” she said, “for fat Engleesh pig named Martin. I type all day, he no care, he only interested in my skirt or my hair.”

“He doesn’t sound like a very nice person to work poker oyna for,” Ben sympathised.

“Tell me,” she asked, “if I was receptionist for successful businessman working for science company, would you grab at my ass when I make photocopy? Would you tell me, “Oh, Katya, that blouse, it is too billowy, wear something tighter”?”

Adam snickered into his martini.

“I’d have to admit, if I had an office, it’d be very nice to have someone like you working in it,” he said, “I would like to think however that I would be a bit more subtle in my admirations. But, with that being said, I would not complain if you did decide on the tight blouse.”

The bartender, whilst preparing somebody else’s drinks, had poured two orange juices into small glasses, and had tossed the bottles into a bin beneath the bar. They clinked off the other bottles already in the bin, piercing the relaxing atmosphere.

“How does big successful science man not have office?” Katya asked.

“I travel a lot for work,” Ben said simply.

“Oh, ya, ya,” Katya nodded, “you stay in a lot of nice hotel like this, ya? I bet you meet lots of beautiful women when you travel for work, ya?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ben/Adam agreed, “but I don’t often get to talking to them like this.”

Helen, or Katya, blushed.

“Mr. Businessman, you are too kind, ya?”

He gave her another once over. She was too gorgeous.

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing working as a receptionist anyway?” He asked. “You should be a model or something.”

Katya laughed out loud.

“Once I was model,” she explained, “in Russia. I met man, he say, come to UK with me, I make you star, ya? They make lots of picture, put them on internet. Lots of men are looking at them.”

“What kind of pictures?” Adam asked.

“In some I wear clothes, in others I am naked.” She said. “They want me to put things inside, but I say no, not on film. This man, he say, you won’t go far. But Katya went far anyway, ya?”

Ben admired the dedication to the role. He was unsure if she was spitballing or drawing from real past experiences.

“Fuck that guy then,” Adam said, “he was wrong. You still got to be a big model?”

“Yes, fuck that guy, that what I did,” Katya replied, “many times, so Katya got what she want. All the top model shoots and magazine spots. I made lot of money, ya? But man was married, and wife found out that I fuck him and he kicked me out of model business. So Katya is receptionist now, and dickhead man still live unhappy marriage with wife and still fuck models.”

“It sounds to me like you got out of a crappy situation,” Adam mused, “but, I wouldn’t mind seeing those pictures some time.”

Katya glared at him.

“Why?” She asked bluntly. “Do you want to fuck me too, Mr. Adam?”

He tossed back the last of the martini, placing the glass on the bar with a tiny chink. Then he looked her up and down once more. This time, he made the motion slow and deliberate, dragging his eyes up her legs and across her body.

“I do,” he said.

She reached out in a quick movement. He thought she was going for his phone, but instead she scooped up the room keycard that he had placed on the bar alongside his device. She fingered it for a moment, and slid it down the front of her black dress, nesting it between the fabric and her tits.

“Lead the way, ya?” She said.

They at least made it to the elevator before throwing themselves at each other. Katya’s kisses were full of fire. There was a ferocity to her. She bit his lips more than once. Her hands greedily felt for his cock through the material of his clothes, as Adam grabbed great handfuls of her pert bum, pulling her close to him.

When the elevator opened, the pair returned to normalcy, walking in polite silence to Adam’s suite.

“Businessman always stay on top floor,” she thought aloud.

“Uh, yes,” Adam replied, “I have a suite here. The company is paying for it.”

“Of course,” Katya said, shooting him a dirty look, “I hope suite has bar, ya?”

Adam chuckled, reaching into her top and wriggling out the keycard. She offered no assistance as he worked the card out of her tight dress.

“If you wanted another drink, all you needed to do was ask,” Adam said.

“Oh no,” she smiled, wickedly, “Katya no want drink. Maybe later, ya? Katya want ice.”

“Ice?” He asked.

“Ice,” she said, again.

He slid the card against the electronic reader and held the door open for her, closing it behind them. Placing the room card into a little slot by the door, the room filled with low, yellow lighting, and the hum of an air conditioner started.

They fell over each other, kissing and fondling as they fumbled their way to the bed. She kicked off her heels and dropped to her knees. Tiny fingers capped with red paint worked at his belt buckle, sliding it apart with ease and unzipping the fly. Grabbing at his waist, she yanked down, pulling both the trousers and boxers at once.

“Oh my, he is already standing for me, ya?” She drooled. “He is good boy.”

Without canlı poker oyna warning, she took the head of him in her mouth, flicking her hot tongue around it and withdrawing with a pop.

“Where is bar?” She asked, wanking him gently with her right arm.

Ben could only point.

Katya got up and slid over to the bar in one lithe movement. She opened the refrigerator, and then the freezer compartment, producing a tray of ice, and bringing it back over with her. The whole time, Ben stood there waiting, fully clothed save for the trousers jammed around his thighs, and his cock hanging proudly before him.

Back on her knees she went, with the tray of ice. Eye level with his member, she spat on his cock and stroked him a few times, before plunging her face onto it in one fluid moment. She made a small gag, and retracted.

“Is good, ya?” She asked, widening her eyes as much as possible as she looked up at him, kissing at the under-side of his head.

“You know it is,” he sighed.

Working an ice cube from the tray, she popped in her mouth and pushed it around. Ben could hear it clacking off her teeth. After a few seconds, she crunched it up and swallowed the ice. She took him in her mouth again. Slower this time, the icy cold wetness engulfing him. He had to admit, this was a new one for him.

“Neat trick,” he managed.

She withdrew with a smacking sound.

“Ya, is good, model friend teach me,” she explained, jerking him hard, “it help Katya give good blowjob, but also keep man ready to fuck after, ya?”

This time she put in two ice cubes, and with a little struggle, immediately crunched them up. She looked a bit like a squirrel with all that crushed ice in her cheeks. She took his hand and placed it on the back of her head. Ben got the picture, and helped guide her as she lowered her mouth onto him once more.

He winced, as if walking under a cold shower, but he also did not let go of her head. She throated him as deep as she could without gagging, bobbing back and forth a few inches.

Facefucked on the first date, Ben thought. This one was a keeper.

Eventually, she pushed rather hard backward with her head, and they broke apart, Katya heaving for breath as melting ice dribbled out all down her front and all over his cock.

“You like fucking my face, Mr. Businessman?” She asked.

He laughed, and tried to guide her cock into her mouth again, but she refused.

“Katya want you to fuck her pussy,” she spat, “it is my turn for fun.”

She got to her feet and they kissed once more. Her face was soaking and sloppy, but at least she wasn’t freezing cold, the water had warmed.

Adam pulled her dress up a little and worked his hand up along her inner thighs. There was a heft to them that filled him with primal lust. She had such a shapely body, it was hard to contain himself even just looking at her in the little black dress.

“I am not wearing panties,” she said into his ear, “just pull dress up and fuck me, ya?”

As she had said so, his hands met with her lips, and a thick coating of wetness spread across his fingers as he worked them into the crease.

He pushed her hard onto the bed. She let out a little scream as she fell but then started giggling, rolling over onto her front. She crawled onto all fours and presented her bare ass to him.

“Ow!”

Ben – or Adam – gave her cheek a good tanning, before pulling the dress up over the rest of her arse and pushing it up her back. He worked quickly with a condom wrapper, and peeled the rubber down over his cock.

“Come on, big man, give Katya that cock, ya?”

He thrust into her, and steadily but with a firm purpose he burrowed into the wet tunnel between her legs. She groaned as her body accommodated him. Her wetness was deep and thick, and made satisfying sounds as he worked his cock in and out of her.

She started moaning in pace with his thrusts. She gripped the sheets with both hands and put her face down into the covers, whispering all sorts into the bed. Ben couldn’t hear what she was saying, but took such inane mumblings as encouragement. He quickened his pace as she quickened her moans.

“You own that pussy, ya?” She groaned. “I want your cum deep in me, ya?”

He gripped as her cheeks with both hands, pressing her apart, and threw his cock into her harder. Her arsehole stared up at him, gaping slightly from the pressure he was putting down on her. She chuckled through the pounding.

“That’s… right,” she managed, “fuck Katya good, ya?”

She put all the fingers on her left hand in her mouth and started gagging on it. He knew she wasn’t really choking, that she was hacking up loudly for effect, but it drove him wild all the same.

“You’re such a slut,” he said, panting.

Reaching around with a saliva-drenched hand, she rubbed at her arsehole with her wet fingers. She popped a finger or two inside, but mainly stuck to massaging herself. Ben spat at her hole. She moaned approval, taking all her weight awkwardly on her chest and chin, she reached underneath with the other hand and internet casino started rubbing crazily at her clit.

“You like it when I play with my ass, ya?” She teased.

That was it. The absurdity of the accent, the deep fucking, the anal play, the clitoris battering. Ben climaxed. His strokes became faster and deeper and they came together.

“Cum in me! Cum in me!” She screamed over and over, working at her cunt and jamming two fingers inside her butthole.

She kept going long after he had stopped, holding his softening cock inside her as she worked herself and continued riding that wave until she was all finished.

He withdrew from her, discarding the condom. He shook the trousers and underwear off his legs and jumped on the bed. Katya sat on her haunches and pulled the black dress up over her head, her perky round tits falling free of the fabric. She climbed under the covers next to him, and snuggled in to his chest.

“Hi, I’m Ben,” he said, comically offering her his hand.

She shook it, and lay back on his chest.

“I’m Helen,” she said, “its been nice to become acquainted with you.”

They both shared a laugh at the situation they had gotten themselves into. Helen glowed on the inside. It was the most successful – if not the quickest – hookup in some time.

“So, Helen,” Ben said, adjusting himself on the bed so that he was comfortable, “who’s Katya?”

Helen giggled into his chest.

“I had to admit, this one did not come naturally,” she said, brushing her fair out of her face, “as it was more of a personality than a state of mind.”

Ben knew what she meant, but he wanted to hear it from her.

?”How do you mean?” he asked.

She sighed.

“Like,” she hesitated, “usually, when I play with someone, I’m still Helen. I can be a right nasty bitch, or a baby, or a total blank slate, submissive in every way. But, I’m still Helen. This is the first time that I’ve taken on someone else’s thoughts and feelings, the first time I’ve tried to step into the body and mind of somebody else, even if that person was a ridiculous caricature.”

Ben laughed, reaching for the bedside dresser, where a pack of Silk Cut and an expensive lighter lay.

“You never would have guessed,” he said, flicking the splint.

“Never would have guessed what?” Helen asked, before looking up at what he was doing. “Hey, you can smoke in here?”

“Pretty much anything goes on this floor of the hotel,” he explained, “and if I’m not allowed to smoke, the worst that’ll happen is the company will get a little extra on the bill for the room.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Give me one then, tight arse,”

She sat up, letting her breasts fall free, and held out her hand. Ben gave her a cigarette and lit it for her.

“What I meant to say, was that you’d never have guessed it was your first time playing a character like that.” Ben clarified. “I had to check if it was really you at the bar next to me.”

She smirked.

“Yeah, you great idiot,” she hit out at his arm, “at least when I did it I was more subtle about it.”

Ben thought for a moment.

“Wait a second – the Uber?”

She exhaled a great cloud of smoke, looking proud of herself.

“I was right behind you, doofus,” she revealed, “I noticed you had a nice little huff about me being late, but when you checked your phone at least I knew I wasn’t about to embarrass myself in front of the wrong person.”

“Nicely done,” he said.

They smoked in silence for a while.

“Have you ever thought about doing more with this?” Ben asked, seemingly out of the blue.

“With what?” She said.

He passed her an empty water glass to use as an ashtray.

“Your talent,” he said, “of being someone else.”

She seemed to think hard on what he is saying.

“Are you saying I should be a whore? A prostitute?”

Before he could answer, she plowed on.

“I’ve certainly thought about it.” She admitted, stubbing the cigarette on the inside of the glass. “Who doesn’t like sex? Why not get paid for that? I’m fucking good at it. But, for me its a control thing.”

“How so?” Ben asked.

“Well, like I said,” she wriggled back down into the covers, pulling them up over her tits, “sometimes I’m dominant, and that would work, right? Not only from a safety perspective, but a lot of guys are into being bossed about and smacked a little.”

“Not even a little,” Ben said, laughing.

“What’s funny?” She narrowed her eyes. “You want me to fucking smack you across the side of the head? Because I will.”

She raised her hand. He couldn’t tell if she was joking. That fire was back in her eyes.

“As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted,” she continued, with a nonchalant wave of her hand, “if I was always dominant, then being an escort or something would be fine. Shit, I’d be rolling in cash. But, like… it is hard to explain. I can’t choose when I’m going to dominate, or when I’m going to be submissive. Or anything else. When it fills me, then its what fills me. There is no choice, it just takes me along with it. When we got into the lift earlier, I didn’t know if I was going to let you take complete control or not. I was still finding out who Katya was for myself. Turns out she likes to lead the show.”

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